475: Immortal Dynasty Tracking

Terrifying, bizarre, and incomprehensible Immortal Power, like countless ice needles, instantly surged from Hao Canghong's neck into his limbs, Meridians, Dantian, and even his Sea of Consciousness, utterly suppressing and sealing the vast Immortal Power he had cultivated for thousands of years, like a withered branch being snapped!

"Cough... H-ho..." Hao Canghong's eyes bulged, his face filled with extreme terror and disbelief, and a desperate gasping sound escaped his throat.

Xiao Zhuo's expression was as indifferent as water, as if he had merely pinched a noisy insect, not even bothering to look at it again.

The hand gripping his neck trembled slightly.

Buzz!

An invisible shockwave penetrated his body; Hao Canghong couldn't even finish his last thought before his Divine Soul violently swayed, completely falling into boundless darkness... The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the lingering spiritual light of the Formation flickered like fireflies, eventually disappearing completely.

Xiao Zhuo casually held the limp Hao Canghong in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the two pools of glaring crimson blood below, and with his other hand, he made a grasping motion in the air.

Two storage rings and two faint glows fell into his hand.

Without even looking, he put them into his sleeve dimension.

Having completed all this, he sensed that many auras were rapidly approaching from a distance, evidently attracted by the previous fluctuations.

He no longer lingered; his figure flickered, merging into the Void Realm like a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace.

A moment later, streaks of multicolored light broke through the air, landing on the desolate ice plain.

"Such intense energy residue! This is... Xuanbing Palace's Three Talents Divine Snow Formation! And this aura... it seems they used Ice Prison Immortal Execution!" A middle-aged Cultivator in a purple robe squatted down, carefully sensing the terrifying chill lingering on the ground, his face extremely solemn.

"That old ghost Hao Canghong was seen in North Cold King City a few days ago! Could it be that he was fighting someone for a treasure here?" Another person speculated, his gaze sweeping over the two pools of flesh and blood, his brows tightly furrowed. "These two piles must be his two Junior nephews. These two were his direct Junior nephews, yet they met such an end?"

"Strange... Besides the aura of Xuanbing Palace's Cultivation Technique, there's almost no trace of the other party's power... It's as if it was completely erased!"

"No trace of old ghost Hao can be found within several hundred miles. Could it be a mutual destruction? Or... did he get the treasure and flee far away?"

"Doesn't seem like it! If it were mutual destruction, there would definitely be residual aura from the other party. If he fled, how could it be so clean and swift, with hardly any spatial fluctuations detectable?"

The powerful individuals who arrived from the Northern Domain discussed animatedly, their Divine Sense repeatedly sweeping the area, yet they could only perceive the ravaging traces of Xuanbing Palace's Cultivation Technique and the gruesome state of the two pools of bloody flesh. As for what exactly happened, what treasure emerged, and who was responsible, not a single person could offer an explanation.

Everything was shrouded in a strange mist... Thousands of miles away, above a lush grassland.

The Void Realm, like a curtain, was silently torn open with a crack.

Xiao Zhuo, in a green robe, stepped out, still carrying a limp figure in his hand—the unconscious Hao Canghong.

With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible Divine Sense barrier instantly enveloped an area of a hundred feet, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

He casually threw Hao Canghong onto the soft grass like trash, simultaneously releasing part of the suppression on his Divine Soul.

"Ugh..."

Hao Canghong let out a painful groan, slowly regaining consciousness. Intense pain and the weakness from his Immortal Power being confined instantly assailed him, causing him to involuntarily twitch.

He struggled to raise his head, and what met his eyes were Xiao Zhuo's profound, star-sea-like eyes, devoid of any emotion, and the completely unfamiliar grassland environment around him.

Instantly, the terrifying memories from before he fainted surged into his mind like a tide, making him feel utterly cold, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

All his arrogance, anger, and greed vanished under the absolute crushing force, leaving only the most primitive fear and humility.

He struggled to sit up, forcing a bitter smile onto his face that was uglier than crying, his voice dry and hoarse, with an undisguised tremor:

"Your Excellency... your Divine Ability is unparalleled. This old man was blind and offended Your Excellency; I deserve to die ten thousand times... May I ask what... what instructions Your Excellency has? This old man... will certainly do his best to fulfill them..."

He lowered his head, not daring to meet Xiao Zhuo's gaze again, adopting an extremely subservient posture, only seeking a glimmer of hope for survival.

Xiao Zhuo looked down at the limp, ashen-faced Hao Canghong, his eyes as indifferent as ancient ice, without the slightest ripple.

The wind on the grassland ruffled the hem of his green robe, but it could not disperse the suffocating majesty.

"How strong is Xuanbing Palace in the Northern Domain? Is it connected to the Tianyi Immortal Dynasty?" Xiao Zhuo spoke, his voice flat, yet carrying an unquestionable tone of interrogation, completely ignoring the other party's futile flattery.

Hao Canghong's body trembled; he dared not conceal anything and quickly replied, speaking very fast, afraid that a second's delay would mean his demise: "Reporting... Reporting to Senior! My Xuanbing Palace is one of the three great Sects in the Northern Domain. The Palace Master is a True Immortal Middle Stage mighty figure, and there are also two True Immortal Early Stage Grand Elders in the Palace... As for the Tianyi Immortal Dynasty, that is a colossal power that rules the Central Immortal Domain. My Palace... my Palace merely pays tribute annually to seek protection and has no deep connections. Immortal Envoys occasionally patrol the Northern Domain and sometimes visit the King City. We only bow from afar and are unable to approach their immortal visage..."

He cautiously raised his head to glance at Xiao Zhuo, adding: "It is said... it is said that there are also factional divisions within the Immortal Dynasty. The 'Wind' Envoy lineage that patrols the Northern Domain seems to be more active, but the specific details are beyond what a small frontier Sect like ours can know..."

Xiao Zhuo nodded slightly, not surprised by this information.

Feng Qingxue must belong to that so-called 'Wind' Envoy lineage.

"Recently, are there any Immortal Envoys in the Northern Domain? What are their movements?" He continued to ask; this was the key.

Hao Canghong tried hard to recall, cold sweat seeping from his forehead, his eyes flickering: "Junior... Junior did not hear any news of an Immortal Envoy arriving when I left the King City half a month ago... Usually, when an Immortal Envoy descends, they issue an edict through the City Lord's Mansion, summoning all parties... There should not have been any recently..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Zhuo's fingertip had already pointed out, and an imperceptible ripple of Divine Thought instantly entered Hao Canghong's glabella!

"Ugh ah—!"

Hao Canghong let out a shrill scream, his eyes suddenly rolled back, and his entire body convulsed violently, as if he were enduring the most extreme pain in the world.

Soul search! The other party was actually directly performing a soul search on him!

Such a domineering and cruel method was simply the Demonic Path!

Xiao Zhuo was expressionless, his Divine Sense like the most precise surgical knife, brutally dissecting Hao Canghong's memory barriers, sifting through all his recent experiences and knowledge.

Compared to the other party's potentially concealed or embellished verbal account, he trusted direct examination of memory fragments more.

Innumerable chaotic and complex images and information streams surged into Xiao Zhuo's Sea of Consciousness, filtered and analyzed at high speed.

Recent scenes of North Cold King City... internal power struggles within Xuanbing Palace... some ancient legends about the Ruins of the Lost battlefield... and, about ten days ago, when Hao Canghong was drinking with some mysterious Cultivators in the 'Listening Snow Pavilion,' the largest restaurant in the King City, he accidentally overheard a low conversation from a private room next door—

"...Is the news confirmed? Has the replica of the 'sky patrol mirror' really been brought out?"

"Absolutely! It is said that Fairy Qingxue, under the 'Wind' Envoy, is personally in charge, tracing the whereabouts of a mysterious Spirit Refiner (Lian Shi)..."

"Tsk, to make the Immortal Dynasty use a replica of the sky patrol mirror, even if it's just the lowest-grade 'sub-mirror,' it's no small matter... I heard they seem to be heading towards the far west..."

"Silence! This matter is not trivial; let's not discuss it further!"

The memory fragment abruptly ended there. Although Hao Canghong found it curious at the time, he dared not delve deeper and soon dismissed the matter from his mind.

Xiao Zhuo withdrew his finger, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Feng Qingxue had indeed brought a tracking Immortal Artifact, and her target was clear: she was coming for him.

The replica of the sky patrol mirror... the far western direction... roughly coincided with his next destination, the "Ruins of the Lost."